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uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or fathereft unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my hand credo for a deer.

DULL. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; 'twas a pricket.

Hol. Twice sod fimplicity, bis coctus; 0 thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look ?

Nath. Sir, he hath never fed on the dainties that are bred in a book. He hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink. His intellect is not replenished. He is only an animal, only fenfible in the duller parts ; And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful

Tould be, When we taste and feeling have for those parts that do fructify

in us, more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indifereet, or a


So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school.
But omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind,
Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind.

Dull. You two are book-men; can you tell by your wit, What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five weeks

old as yet ? Hol. Dictynna, good-man Dull; Diętynna, good-man Dull.

Dull. What is Dictynna ?'
NATH. A title to Phæbe, to Luna, to the Moon.
Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam was no

more :

And raught not to five weeks, when he came to fivescore.
Th' allusion holds in the exchange.

DULL. 'Tis true, indeed ; the collufion holds in the exchange.

Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds in the exchange.

Dull. And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange ; for the moon is never but a month old; and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the princess kill'd.

Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? and to humour the ignorant, I have call’d the deer the princess kill'd, a pricket.

Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge ; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues facility.

The praiseful princess pierc'd and prickt

A pretty pleasing pricket;
Some say, a sore; but not a sore,

'Til now made sore with shooting.
The dogs did yell; put L to fore,

The sorrel jumpt from thicket;
Or pricket sore, or else forel,

The people fall a hooting.
If fore be fore, then L to fore

Makes fifty fores, o' sorel!
Of one fore I an hundred make,

By adding but one more L.
NATH. A rare talent !

Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.

Hol. This is a gift that I have; simple ! simple! a foolish extravagant fpirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions. These are be.

got in the ventricle of memory, nourish'd in the womb of pia mater, and deliver'd upon the mellowing of occasion ; but the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.

Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners; for their fons are well tutor’d by you,

and their daughters profit very greatly under you; you are a good member of the commonwealth.

Hol. Mehercle, if their fons be ingenuous,' they shall want no instruction: if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them. But “ vir fapit, qui pauca loquitur ;” a soul feminine saluteth us.

SCENE III. Enter Jaquenetta, and Costard. JAQ, God give you good morrow, master Parson.

Hol. Master Parson, quasi Person. And if one should be pierc’d, which is the one ?

Cost. Marry, master school-master, he that is likest to a hogshead.

HoĻ. Of piercing a hogshead. A good lustre of conceit in a turf of earth, fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine: 'Tis pretty, it is well.

JAQ. Good master Parson, be so good as read me this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armatho; I beseech you, read it.

Hol. Fqufte, precor, gelidâ quando pecus omne sub

“ umbrâ.

" Ruminat,” and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan, I may speak of the as the traveller doth of Venice; “ Vinegia, Vi

negia ! qui non te vedi, ei non te pregia.” Old Mantuan, old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not;

ut re sol la mi fa.” Vader pardon, Sir, what are the con

tents ? or rather, as Horace says in his : What ! my soul ! verses ?

NATH. Ay, Sir, and very learned.
Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, Domine.
Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to

love ?
Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd;
Tho'to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithfull prove;
Those thoðghts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers

bow'd. Study his biass leaves, and makes his book thine eyes; Where all those pleasures live, that art would compre

hend : If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;

Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee commend, All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder :

Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire. Thy eye love's lightning bears, thy voice is dreadful thun


Which, not to anger bent, is musick, and sweet fire.
Celestial as thou art, Oh pardon, love, this wrong,
That sings the heav'ns praise with such an earthly tongue.

Hol. You find not the Apostrophes, and so miss the accent. Let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratify’d; but for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesie, caret : Ovidius Naso was the man. And why, indeed, Naso; but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy ? the jerks of invention ? imitari, is nothing: fo doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the try'd horse his rider: But Damosella Virgin, was thing directly to you?

JAQ: Ay, Sir, from one Monsieur Biron, to one of the strange queen's ladies.

Hol. I will overglance the superscript. " To the snowwhite hand of the most beauteous lady Rosaline." I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto.

“ Your Ladyship’s in all desir'd employment,” Biron. This Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here he hath fram'd a letter to a sequent of the stranger queen's, which accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath milcarry'd. Trip and go, my sweet; deliver this


into the hand of the king ; it may concern much; stay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty : adieu.

Jag Good Costard, go with me. . Sir, God save your life.

Cost. Have with thee, my girl. {Exeunt Cost. and Jaq.

NATH. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously: and as a certain father faith

Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colourable colours. But, to return to the verses ; did they please you, Sir Nathaniel ?

Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.

Hol. I do dine to day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine; where if (being repaft) it shall please you to gratifie the table with a grace,

will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the aforesaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto ; where will I prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither favouring of poetry, wit nor invention. I beseech your society.

Nath. And thank you too: for society (saith the text) is the happiness of life.

Hon. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it.

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